The Hidden King
I wiggled my nose in an attempt to suppress the eye roll which wanted to be released.
Nonetheless, like every check-up, I responded in a whisper. "No, Sir, still the same. I saw him heating his coffee, the liquid he drinks in the morning with a wave of his hands, but, no drastic changes to the climate or anything."
The report was not entirely true. Marvelon was connected to me in more ways than he knew. Though he fed me those ridiculous lies, I knew they were just that: lies. Every rise and fall of his powers, every emotion he bore was traveled to me. This helped to ensure I knew when he was in trouble. Hence, the phrase, Guardian. However, I couldn't make a report of my feelings and not fac
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